Wally Darling x reader oneshots

Priest Wally x Reader part 2

Warnings: LANGUAGE, SMALL MENTION OF NEAR FORCED DRUGGING, MANIPULATION 

You sigh, then nod "Fine but be quick about it." Timeskip to when the sermon is over; You and Wally are among the few people remaining in the church. Wally looks at you with a smile, before speaking gently "My friend, before you leave...Could you join me for dinner? I don't want you going home to a lonely night." He says as he stands, looking at you excitedly as he holds out his hand for you to take. You rub your eyes, frustrated as he had forced you out here in the middle of the night and is now asking this. "I have work in the morning, I'm going home and sleeping." The smile fades from Wally's face as his excitement turns to concern. "My friend, you look so tired! You can't work when you're so tired! Work is nothing compared to rest. Now come, you will be my guest tonight, and you can enjoy a nice, cozy night. Trust me, it may sound odd but... I know what makes you happy." You sigh, not being in the mood to deal with this shit. "I am going home, and sleeping until I need to get up for work." He suddenly grabs your wrist tightly, tightening the squeeze as you speak. "Oh, no you don't. Not a chance. You are coming, we are spending this night together. Whether you like it or not, the Lord wants us to bond. Not to be alone." He keeps his tone firm as he looks into your eyes. You didn't expect him to do that, and look at him with slight fear in your eyes. His grasp becomes even tighter, as he stares deeply into your eyes. "How could you say no to me, dear friend? You know better than that. The Lord only has your best interest in mind. Your best interest is with me. Now come with me, you have no say in the matter." He says forcefully as he pulls you up. Scared of what he might do if you refuse, you follow him out of the church. As you walk through the parking lot with him, he speaks slowly, as if to scare you. "You know that I am stronger than you. There is nothing you can do. You WILL come to dinner with me, you WILL listen to what God has to say, and then you WILL sleepover at my place so that we can continue to bond. God made us to be together, now hurry into my vehicle." He says in his usual crazed tone as he reaches the car, holding the door open for you. Scared of what he would do if you refused, you get in the car. He slams the door after you get in, gets in the driver's side, and begins driving. He occasionally stares at you from time to time while driving, he turns to you and says "My friend... Why are you so afraid? Don't you want to grow close to me? I am God's chosen. You and I are meant to be together. Now ... Dinner shall be wonderful." Gaining some confidence, you slightly glare at him "I just want to go home, I don't care if you're God's chosen, I just want to go home, work and live my life." He leans in towards you, speaking softly "I won't allow you to leave. I know that you love me just as much as I love you. I have never felt a connection so strong like this before. I will keep you forever." He whispers, his voice starting to grow more frantic, his hand clutching your wrist tightly. You gulps, still having some confidence left, you say "I am not an object that you decide to keep. I have my own life to live and will live it without you in it." At the sound of your words, his grasp of your wrist tightens even more, his voice raising slightly. "Oh dear, friend.. It is not up for you to decide whether you are mine or not. That decision lies up to God and God alone. I will not let you leave. I want you and will have you." You glare at him, his words pissing you off, you go to say something when he pulls out a syringe, filled with some type of liquid and points the needle to your neck. As soon as you look at the syringe, your body freezes in fear as you remain silent, still watching his wide manic smile. He looks at you as he speaks in a soft tone "Now dear friend.. You wouldn't want me to use this now, would you? You'll know you'll do what I say... you know you'll be mine forever." He laughs as he tries to force you to look at him. You look at him fearfully, scared of what he'll do next. He smiles wider as you look at him. "That's better! You're so much cuter when you follow my will. Now.. Would you be so kind as to look over at your left hand." His tone becomes firm as he waits for you to look at your left hand. Confused, you glance at your left hand, eyes widening in terror. Somewhere he managed to sneak a ring onto your finger, it's a golden band adorned with a single red ruby gem. "As God's chosen, it is my duty to marry you. As my wife, you shall follow me wherever I may go, and you shall always do as I say. You know.. We are the perfect couple. God said so." He says with a chuckle before speaking again in a stern tone. Keeping the syringe by your neck. "Now my friend.. Tell me that you are mine." Knowing that if you say no, he'll inject whatever is in that syringe into you, so you can only nod. "Good.. Very good. Now come, we have a wedding to prepare for!" He says as he places the syringe into his jacket pocket and turns the car around. "Now come, my beloved wife. I knew you would see it my way! Now, let's head home! I need to prepare you for our wedding." The tone of his voice is filled of love and excitement as he speaks while holding your hand tightly. You don't say anything, but due to everything you begin to cry, forced to marry a maniac(on top of it being someone you didn't love and more or less having your freedom taken form you. He smiles at your tears, seeming to find joy in them. "Oh my dear.. Your tears aren't from sadness! They come from love! You love me, and want to be my wife. There is nothing wrong with wanting to follow God's will." (How delusional can this man get?) As he speaks, he places his hand on your cheek, wiping your tears away with his thumb. You flinch away from his touch, scared of what he would do if you try to correct him. He scowls at your flinch, glaring at you intensely as he speaks. "My dear.. I see there is a problem." As he speaks his demeanor has changed, becoming stern again as he speaks with a harsh tone. "You do not understand how much I want you. You don't understand how deep this love goes. I have chosen you, and you WILL choose me. You don't have a say in the matter." His hand quickly returns to your cheek, rubbing it while continuing to wipe away tears.